I'm obligated by my own immaturity to point out how awesome it would be if Ms. Poon were to marry someone with the surname of Tang and then hyphenate her name.
Anyway, apparently the translucency issue isn't limited to the pants, and Lululemon also let some see-through swimsuits out the door:In addition to the problem with bright colors bleeding, the company had transparency problems with some colors of swimwear shipped for last spring as well as a subset of light colored pants, Mr. Buss said.

This story just keeps getting sexier and sexier--unless you're a Specialized-lululemon rider, in which case you have to be fearing for your job:

Yes, with the company's stock falling it's only a matter of time before they start making cutbacks, and you have to figure the bike racing team will be the first thing to go. Alas, the writing is on the wall for this brave band of She-Freds, and it's as clearly legible as a tramp stamp under a pair of sweaty Lululemon yoga pants.

Kelly says that as he approached a red light at 30th Avenue at a low rate of speed, the van starting veering into the bike lane. "I looked at the guy and said, 'Don't drive into the bike lane.' And I proceeded to move forward, and he did too, and that was when he hit me the first time with the front panel of the van." Kelly says that when the van struck him again, it was "moving slowly, but fast enough that I couldn't get off of it." As he clung to the front of the van, he speculated that the driver "thought I could somehow escape from this. I was yelling for him to stop, and just shouting, but he had to slow down because there was a car in front of us and he would crush me."

Instead the van crushed Kelly's $1,700 bike, and gave him a few scratches. The police arrived after Islas called 911, and interviewed Gustafson, one of the four witnesses who offered to come forward. "[The police] were very matter-of-fact, very quick. It was my understanding that they would pursue the case and try and catch this guy."

Human beings will be horrified by the driver's utter lack of regard for a person's life, and bike dorks will be horrified by the fact that the victim paid $1,700 for a KHS. Fortunately, there's a picture of the van, so it's only a matter of time before the police apprehend the driver:

Kelly said he was told it wouldn't be worth their time: "At the end of the questioning, they said that it's not likely that they're gonna be able to get this guy, because the company that owns the this van may or may not give up this driver; they could say it was stolen. So the police said my best option was to try and sue the owner of the van to pay for the property damage, but that may cost more than the bike is worth."
Clearly the NYPD have hit a new low when it comes to laziness and total lack of traffic crime enforcement. This is turnkey for chrissakes! How much easier could it be? The phone number on the back of the van is 718-TO-FIND-PAT! All you have to do is dial a phone and the whole thing is solved! This would be like a nine second episode of "Law and Order:"

MCCOY: Someone ran down this cyclist. Comb the area for clues.

BRISCOE: Wait, there's a phone number.

[Briscoe dials cellphone.]

BRISCOE: Hello, may I speak to Pat? Yeah, hi Pat, this is Detective Briscoe, NYPD. Come to jail. OK, see you soon, bye.

Assholes.

Sometimes in life you feel like a sucker. Everybody experiences it at one point or another. Maybe you sign a cellphone contract and find out they tacked on a bunch of extras you didn't want. Maybe you bought a Specialized bicycle. Or maybe you appreciated all this bike infrastructure the DOT has been putting in, so you made a point of stopping for lights and being considerate of other road users, but then you realized the NYPD doesn't give a crap about you and none of the mayoral candidates is willing to support the bike lanes anyway so what's the point? If they're not going to hold up their end of the bargain why should we?

For that matter, why do I even pay to register and insure THE CAR THAT I OWN? The other day I happened upon this:

So you're telling me all this time I could have been making my own license plates with a Magic Marker and construction paper, and that instead of waiting on line at the DMV I could have just have the kids at my son's nursery school scribble me some shit? Well, I'm done registering my car as of now, and not only that, but I'm making my own vanity plate:

If you see me run down a cyclist or a pedestrian, just call 1-800-TUF-SHIT.

"clung to the front of the van by a windshield wiper looking straight into the eyes of the angry driver" ... now if this was only Die Hardest Part IX he could have at that point reached around with his free hand and pulled the Desert Eagle point Five -Oh and shot the angry drive through the wind screeen, if only

At the end of the questioning, they said that it's not likely that they're gonna be able to get this guy, because the company that owns the this van may or may not give up this driver; they could say it was stolen.

And yeah, a driver deliberately uses a vehicle to physically assault someone and the cops are basically like, 'yeah, that really sucks. Too bad we can't do anything about it. Sorry', is pretty pathetic.

I guess we know now how it felt to be Native Americans back in the old West.

"So? Lots of people get shot. You have a picture of the shooter? Big deal. He'll probably just say he didn't do it. You can try suing him for loss of blood and bodily damages, but it probably won't be worth it."

The guy who got hit by the van is lucky that the police decided not to ticket him for creating a public nuisance for riding around on the front of that van. The police are probably now watching him too because they suspect he is in a bicycle gang. Bicyclists - similar clothes, similar activities, they tend to congregate together - all of the hallmarks of gang activity.

If Leroy's dog had been riding that bike the cops would have done something about it.

Once a cat chased my dog up a tree and more cops than you could count showed up. They had a SWAT Team there and a helicopter hovering above. Of course the tree was in front of a Duncan Donuts and I noticed the cops kept excusing themselves to go inside to use the bathroom. When the DD closed the cops all left. Dog is still up in the tree.

Had a pair of Castelli shorts in the 80's with a textured lycra panel that I quickly found out was like looking trough dark sunglasses. They were really comfortable so I only wore them under tights in cold weather.

So, as I understand it, the anti-helmeteers would like all helmet users to stop using helmets so as to create the impression that cycling is so safe that they need not worry about helmets, and non-cyclists wearing clogs will very soon flood the streets, crowding them so much that all traffic will slow to about 8 mph. That's how they like it in Europe, where all drivers carefully defer to all non-drivers. See any flaws in this logic? Anybody?

I had my wallet lifted here in NYC a few years ago. I didn't realize for about an hour and when I called to cancel a credit card they said that $10,000 in charges had been made in the last hour, a large chunk of that at a single electronics store. I filed a police report and suggested they go to that store and take a look at the video for the time where they made the charge. Seemed like a reasonble idea and a way to at least get a picture of the perp. the officer taking my report laughed at me. the moral of the story is that NYC's finest are not just indifferent about car on bicycle crime, but most crime. Unless you commit it while on a bike (spitting for instance).

Europeans don't wear helments..but you fail to point out that European curbs are made of styrofoam, and all those castles are in fact bouncy castles. Besides, when you're broke-ass in debt, who gives a shit?

Snob I still have my Specialized and I still ride my Specialized. And yes there is a certain sense of smugness and pride, however short-lived, when somebody says nice bike. No worries, I'm fully aware that I will never be able to live up to its potential.

How do you know you're having that issue if the person riding behind doesn't tell you?

I'll field this one...if you don't hear anything from the person behind you, you can safely assume that either your shorts are opaque as Newt Gingrich's soul, or your ass is being constantly admired. No news is good news.

The good thing about not wearing a helmet is actually the opposite of not wearing a condom. Using a helmet increases the possiblility that you live to pass on your genes, the other reduces it. The right one reduces it.

No doubt Mr. Kelly (I'm guessing no relation to Ray and Greg) left out the part of the story where he started throwing a hissyfit and began banging on the side of the van because the driver put a tire over the line into his precious bike lane. Holy JSK, how DARE he!

(Here's a hint kid - you know that steery-thingy you hold on to? You can use it to go around vehicles in your path. Even if it means leaving the bike lane for 5 seconds!)

About Me

While I love cycling and embrace it in all its forms, I'm also extremely critical. So I present to you my venting for your amusement and betterment. No offense meant to the critiqued. Always keep riding!